LA Mayoral Race

Since we live in Irvine, Marian and I just laugh at these ads. If we actually lived in Los Angeles, we'd probably be thinking of slitting our wrists instead. So to all my Los Angeles readers: my condolences. Do your duty at the polls tomorrow and write in Bill Clinton or something.

Motion made and seconded*. Well, kinda. I won't actually be voting tomorrow. I can't stand either candidate. Watching them debate made me want to vote Republican, the two of them made Bush look skilled. The single-mindedness they exhibited reforming every question as a clumsy attack on their opponent's record showed a mixture of zen master focus and absolute mediocrity. Standing on stage with one of these candidates would be the average politician's dream, even the least inspiring and most dutiful of rhetoric would soar, sing, and sparkle compared to the pathetic pissing match going on at the other podium. But neither recognized the opportunity. So, instead, the race has devolved into a game of dozens between two progressives with indistinguishable policy preferences and similarly checkered ethical records. Count me out. And this is coming from someone who desperately, desperately wanted this all-Democrat affair to govern one of the nation's largest cities to offer some post-election inspiration.